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I'm not the least bit surprised that yet another something dramatic is happening in my dreams. Brian can be so fucking frustrating when there's something he doesn't want someone to know. I get it, he didn't want us to pity him or treat him differently for being sick, but he was stupid to think that we wouldn't find out somehow. I was pissed at Micheal though for letting it slip that we did know since Brian kicked me out after, but I managed to get back in. Wouldn't let him push me away when he obviously needed our support. Only time will tell the next time he decides to throw me out.

In other news, this is hilarious. It's slightly NWS, but nothing too bad. However, I'm slightly tempted to get it.

My daughter has a set of lungs on her. She will be a wonderful singer. For the moment I've gotten her to sleep. Is anyone else awake at this hour? If I move I'll wake her again.

I'm unfortunately going to be out of town for whatever day it is where you talk like a pirate, however, the Jolly Roger has got a nice space for a fire pit - or really, it's a metal box filled with sand meant for grilling or heating preserved food. Nothing fancy but I quite think it's about time I had people over to see my beautiful love for a get-together on deck and under the stars.

She's in private dock space in Newport Beach - how about next Saturday, I'll just invite the whole bloody network. No boiled and salted leather or turtle's blood, but there will be lots of fish and other delicious things. Perhaps rum as well.

Someone else is quite ready for it too, mind you.

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Red and black is my favourite piratical colour combination.

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A little morning humor:

What kind of boats do vampires like?

We managed to get everyone on the up-and-up, well those that could be saved. Found out that one of our own had been banished over killing two that they thought were sick during the start of it. She'll be alright though, she's a survivor, but in my dreams I wasn't real happy over it.

We were headed, Rick and I, to tell Tyrese about it then all hell broke loose. The damn Governor came knocking with a fucking tank at the prison gates. I gotta admit that I felt pretty badass when I tossed a grenade down the barrel of the tank, but now the group is all over the place after the fight. It's just Beth and me out there by ourselves, and hopefully we'll find the rest of them before too long.

I thought people around here were trippin' when they talked about their dreams, or you know, they ate something bad before going to bed. These dreams really are a real thing aren't they?

Does anyone think we need another demon or alien attack or something like that?

I love those. Now that I'm on the mend, I'm seriously bored.

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Why doesn't the sun go to college?

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Since the Halloween Season doth approach, I thought I'd post a PSA for all parents taking kiddies out this year:

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